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JLO norace mann
London, Oct. 19, 1741. O.S. [Great part wanting1.]
I WRITE to you up to my head and ears in dirt, straw, and unpacking. I have been opening all my cases from the Custom House the whole morning; and—are not you glad ? —every individual safe and undamaged. I am fitting up an apartment in Downing Street. . . .2
. . .2 was called in the morning, and was asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow, for I have frequently known him snore ere they had drawn his curtains, now never sleeps above an hour without waking; and he, who at dinner always forgot he was Minister, and was more gay and thoughtless than all his company, now sits without speaking, and with his eyes fixed for an hour together. Judge if this is the Sir K. you knew.
The politics of the age are entirely suspended ; nothing is mentioned; but this bottling them up, will make them fly out with the greater violence the moment Parliament meets ; till . . .2 a word to you about this affair.
I am sorry to hear the Venetian journey of the Suares family; it does not look as if the Teresina was to marry Pandolfini; do you know, I have set my heart upon that match ?
You are very good to the Pucci, to give her that advice, though I don't suppose she will follow it. The Bolognese scheme . . .2
In return for Amorevoli's letter, he has given me two. I fancy it will be troublesome to you; so put his wife into some other method of correspondence with him.
Do you love puns?    A pretty man of the age came into
LETTER 45.—1 In Horace WaJpole's handwriting1. 2 These omissions occur in MS.